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Just as Jack was beginning to think he was hearing things again. He shook his head and sighed, just then a figure stepped from the shadows. Tall, dark, and a sinister grin pulling back his face, his teeth gnarled and eyes that were a piercing light from the dark circles under his eyes. Dark hair and what appeared to be a dark trench coat fused to his skin, what was this creature? Was it a man? It certainly couldn't be a human. Jack raised his staff again at the ready to freeze this thing where it stood. The figure approached Jack slowly, each step graceful and precise, like a tiger stalking a rabbit.
Jack's heart raced, who was this stranger? And how did he know his name? His head began to fill with questions. The man laughed seeing the confusion and fear in Jack's eyes.
"I am Pitch Black. Some of the village children call me the boogeyman. I am the terror that fills their hearts and makes their worst nightmares a reality." He snickered. "I bet you're wondering how I know who you are. Well, I have been watching you, Jack Frost. All those days of providing children with fun and laughter wasted when they still don't believe in you." He began to circle Jack.
"Yeah, what about it?" He sneered.
"Oh Jack I know how you feel, I can help you. Help you be believed in. We can make them believe in you." He smiled putting his hand on Jack's shoulders.
For the first time someone was able to make contact with Jack. He flinched and then relaxed, the feeling was surreal. He tried not to show how much it meant to him to have someone see him and believe in him. To be able to make physical contact, it was such a warm feeling he couldn't remember how to breathe. He then broke away from Pitch to get a hold of himself. This guy was the boogeyman, not exactly the type of character you want to be hanging around with. Right?
He looked at Pitch once more seeing the mild surprise in his face. "How could you help me?" He tried not to sound to off balance.
"We can show them the real you, your real power. Make them believe. Show them a blizzard like they have never seen before." Pitch threw his arms in the air. He was sure he had Jack now.
"How is that going to make them believe in me?" Jack sighed running his fingers through his soft white hair. He had made storms in the past but it never seemed to do more than make the people suffer.
Pitch was surprised perhaps he had waited too long to get Jack. He glided over to him and put his hands on his shoulders again. "Come with me, let me show you what the world is like beyond this little pond."
Jack hesitated for a moment.
"Or, are you still waiting, desperately hoping those children will come back? Is that why you have been here? All this time? Jack… they have grown up, they won't be coming back here. You need to go to them." He pulled Jack close to his side and began to lead him out into the world.
It was true Jack was always waiting for them to come to him. And fear gripped his heart at the thought of going back into town and having people walk through him again. He wiggled himself free of Pitch.
"No, I just…" Pitch looked at him with pity.
"Jack, come now, no one will be in the streets its dark. I want to show you what the world has become, that you can leave this place. Don't you want the freedom to go anywhere?" Pitch smiled again his gnarled teeth glimmering in the moonlight.
Jack certainly didn't trust this Pitch character, though come to think of it, why shouldn't he? Pitch was the first living thing that ever so much as looked at him. He was able to talk to Jack, to be able to touch him. In his heart he knew something was off with Pitch but it really didn't matter.
Jack looked to the moon, the man in the moon. He was silent as always. Jack fought back the tears, so many nights he screamed for the moon to speak to him, for anything to happen. But the deafening silence rang once more in his ears as the man in the moon didn't say a word. Jack felt a heat of anger in his chest and almost in defiance he began to walk with Pitch into town.